AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thank you to all that reviewed. I'm so glad that you liked the story. Here's the next installment.

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"Ginny move out of the way!" he screamed at her. She looked up at him puzzled and was about to ask him what he was on about when she felt a hard smash on her back and she was falling ten stories high to the ground. She wanted to scream, but the pain on her back was immensely making her lose consciousness as her vision started to get blurry.

"Ginny!" Harry cried out. And without a moments hesitation, he pushed his broom down and was flying towards Ginny, the Golden Snitch suddenly forgotten.

Everyone who witnessed what happened had all seemed to had been frozen on the spot, all not believing what had just happened.

"Ginny!" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley both cried from the ground, running towards the field.

Harry willed his broom to go faster to catch Ginny, who had suddenly gone limp. She looked like a leaf floating in the wind, although falling faster.

"Ginny! I'm coming!" he called out to her. Whether she heard him or not was not known. She was almost to the ground. Moreover, Harry's heart was beating so fast, he felt that it was going to rip right through his chest. Will he catch her in time?

Lupin and Tonks both rushed towards the falling, limp body of Ginny. She was almost to the ground and everyone was panicking. They both looked up and saw Harry zoom straight towards her with one arm out.

Mrs. Weasley screamed as Ginny came falling closer to the ground. She was about a story away from the ground when Harry scooped her up with his arm and flew upwards to keep from crashing. He had a firm grasp on his broom handle and was trying to keep his balance on it while holding onto Ginny.

Lupin and Tonks had reached them and helped him with her. Lupin noticed that Harry had a look of deep worry and fear on his face. His eyes were also glazed as they filled up with tears.

Harry didn't want to let her go. Lupin took Ginny from him almost forcefully. Harry just watched as Lupin turned and flew down to the ground with Ginny cradled in his arms. Then Lupin carried her towards the house followed by everyone. Except for Harry.

He stayed in the gardens and just watched as everyone rushed inside to make sure that Ginny was okay. He felt the tears flow down his cheeks but he didn't care. He was dead scared that he wasn't going to reach her in time. He barely caught her. And he was mad at himself for not reacting sooner.

"If only I'd just flown after her right away!" he scolded himself throwing his broom to the ground. Then he fell on his knees and hung his head down. He took his glasses off and wiped his tears off his face, letting out a quivering sigh as he looked up to the now very dark, but starry sky.

He wanted so much to go in the house and see if she was okay. But he didn't trust himself to not go up to her and hold her in his arms. He didn't want give her up to Lupin but he couldn't hold onto her. Her face was pale and she had lost consciousness. She was so limp that he thought he was going to drop her. He never wanted to see her like that again.

"I finally get her in my arms but it was all because of a stupid game!" he said in the wind, punching the ground hard. "And because of a damned Bludger!"

"Harry?"

He suddenly got on his feet and turned around. He felt his face get hot as he saw Ron and Hermione both looking at him solemnly.

"Er...hi," he said shyly. He put his glasses back on and then his hands in his pockets and tried to act as nonchalant as possible. "Uh...h- how's Ginny?"

Ron let out a sigh and looked up to the sky before answering him.

"She's okay. Got a really bad bruise on her back, though," he said, his head still tilted backwards.

Harry let out a sigh of relief when he heard that. Nevertheless, he still felt as though he was responsible for Ginny getting hurt in the first place. He took their friendly little match seriously and he knew that she wanted to prove to him that she was just as good as he was.

"The question now is Harry," Hermione said softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay Hermione. Why wouldn't I be?" Harry asked turning away so they couldn't see his eyes. Hermione and Ron looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Harry, I know you got feelings for Ginny," Ron told him. Harry's head jerked towards him in surprise, his eyes, though as red as they were from crying, were wide.

"Actually, we all do Harry," Hermione added softly, looking at him with her eyes getting misty as well. "Why haven't you told Ginny yet?"

"Are you crazy, Mione?!" Harry scoffed. "I barely ever said anything to her all these years! And to just suddenly come out and tell her that I love her would just seem surreal don't you think?!"

Ron and Hermione both gasped. Harry took a step back. None of them could believe all that was said. Harry didn't mean for them to hear that. Ron and Hermione knew that he had feelings for Ginny, but they didn't know that it was that deep.

"I- I-..." Harry stammered. He was trying to cover up what he just said. But he knew that there was no taking it back. He looked at Ron to see what he thought about it.

"Harry, how come you've never said anything?" Ron asked confused. "I mean, why haven't you?"

"Ron, she's your sister. I saw how you reacted with her when you found out that she was going out with Michael Corner last year! Do you think that I fancy getting beaten to a pulp by you?!" Harry blurted out.

To his surprise, both Ron and Hermione burst out into laughter. Harry looked at both of them with a raised eyebrow as if they've both completely just done and gone lost their minds.

"And what, in Merlin's name, is so funny?!" he asked them quite irritated. He was really worried about letting his feelings known and his two best friends were both laughing at him.

Ron and Hermione quieted down but were still stifled some snickers. Then they both looked at each other and nodded, getting serious.

"Harry, there's no one that I would rather see my sister be with than you!" Ron said to him with a straight face, and a serious tone. Hermione nodded her head vigorously smiling.

Harry was taken aback by this. It was something that he wasn't expecting at all. Now that he knew, he smiled gratefully at Ron and nodded his head slightly. He's relieved that Ron was okay about it, although embarrassed that everyone knew. He wondered if Ginny knew.

"Harry, when are you going to tell her?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms on her chest. Ron looked at him anxiously also. Harry sighed and looked towards the house again.

Ginny was bedridden for the next week. Her back was swollen and bruised that she had to sleep on her stomach. She had to get her meals sent up to her room and she couldn't get downstairs for it hurt her so bad to move. Harry had taken it upon himself to help make her as comfortable as possible. Although he had spent all that time with her, he still couldn't find the courage to tell her what he felt. But he was sure that his feelings were getting stronger everyday.

Ginny, was happy that Harry was doing everything he can to make things easy for her. But she also knew that deep down, Harry blamed himself for what had happened to her. Like he blamed everything bad that happened on himself. She wished that he wouldn't but it was hard to convince him otherwise.

When at last, the swelling had gone down, and Ginny was able to move around less painstakingly, Harry was the one that helped her downstairs. Everytime that Ginny felt his warm touch on her skin; she felt her heart go haywire. He was holding her close to him as they descended the stairs, and she could smell the sweet musk smell of his cologne. His arms had gotten broader and more muscular from all the years of playing Quidditch. His hold on her was strong and firm, yet soft and gentle.

Everyone in the house had seen the closeness that Harry and Ginny shared but knew that neither had expressed any feelings for the other. Although that it was obvious how their feelings showed, they both pretended that there was nothing between them.

"They're both stubborn and pigheaded," Mrs. Weasley groaned exasperatedly as everyone watched Harry helped Ginny walk around the gardens from the kitchen window. "Just look how gentle he is with her!"

"Yes Molly, we can see that," Mr. Weasley sighed. "But we can't make them tell each other anything. They have to do it themselves."

Molly let out a defeated sigh for her husband was right. It was up to Harry and Ginny to tell each other their feelings, not anyone else's. She looked out the window again and shook her head. Then she turned to Ron and Hermione.

"At least you two are not as stubborn as they are," she said to them teasingly. Ron and Hermione both blushed when the twins and Mr. Weasley laughed. They had just recently revealed their feelings for one another. This was also not a surprise to everyone.

Ron was holding Hermione's hand under the table. They looked at each other, smiled, and looked out the window again. They both broke into grins when they saw Harry helping Ginny onto his Firebolt. They were both on it...together.

Harry kicked off the ground gently, holding Ginny close to him, one arm around her waist, holding her protectively. His other hand was holding on to the broom handle. Ginny had leaned back and rested her head on Harry's shoulder. She closed her eyes as they ascended to the sky and felt the soft wind blowing on her face. Her hair was billowing gently against Harry's face and he smiled as he took in a breath, her scent fulfilling his senses.

He loved the way she felt in his arm, nestled against his body. But why can't he find an ounce of courage to tell her how he felt about her? He blamed it on his ignorance of her existence all the past years. He wanted so much to tell her, but he didn't want to scare her away.

Ginny felt like she was on top of the world. Flying in the air, situated in the arms of the only boy she loved, it was sheer heaven for her. She felt safe and secure while he was holding her and she didn't want that feeling to end. She was grateful for the way he took care of her this past week. She thought she saw something in him that might have indicated that he felt something for her, but took it as nothing but brotherly love for her and his guilty conscience because she got hurt. How she wished she could get him to see her as more than Ron's little sister!

"You feel alright Ginny?" Harry whispered in her ear, his mouth so close that his lips brushed her cheek. She felt a tingling sensation throughout her body. She shifted her body a little bit before turning her face to look at him.

Harry pulled the broom to a halt and they were hovering just above the hill over looking the plains not far from the Burrow. He looked Ginny in the eyes lovingly, so deep that he thought that he could swim in them.

"Never been better Harry," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper. She was immersed in his emerald green eyes. Those eyes that were always sorrowful, but sent shockwaves through her body everytime she looked at them.

They just hovered there looking at each other's eyes. Harry had let go of the broom handle. Then he caressed Ginny's cheek with the back of his hand. Ginny closed her eyes as she felt his touch. When she opened them, Harry's face was so close to hers, that if she moved, she was certain she would fall.

Then without any words, Harry had leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. She was shocked at first, but found herself kissing him back, putting a hand on his cheek. Harry had hugged her waist tighter and moved his hand through her hair as they shared their first passionate kiss. When they pulled away from it, Harry leaned his forehead on hers, a smile on his lips.

"Ginny," he said breathlessly. Then he straightened up. Ginny looked at him anxiously, her eyes almost misty.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Hey guys!" someone called from below them. Harry and Ginny both jerked their heads down to see who it was. And both uttered groans as they watched Fred and George climb up the hill.

Ginny made a mental note to hex the twins later. She looked at Harry again and waited anxiously for what he was about to tell her before they were so rudely interrupted.

Harry looked into her eyes with much regret. The time that he actually thought that he'd found the courage to tell Ginny how he felt, had been stolen. He couldn't tell her now. Not with Fred and George below them calling them over and over.

"Oy Harry! Ginny!" Fred called out, looking up at them.

"Mum wants you guys to come in for dinner!" George hollered. Then he looked at his twin. "You reckon we came at a bad time?"

When Harry and Ginny both looked down at them with visible scowls, Fred nodded his head.

"Yes, George," he said gulping. "I reckon we did."

"Oh man!" George said starting down the hill. Fred looked up again and waved at Harry and Ginny.

"Er, we'll tell Mum that you'll be along then," he said before he too ran down the hill hurriedly, following his brother back to the house.

"Well, I guess we should head back," Harry said, obvious disappointment in his voice.

Ginny felt her heart drop but forced a smile on her face.

"I am kinda hungry," she lied looking away. She was disappointed too. She thought that maybe Harry was going to tell her how he felt about her. Especially after that kiss.

"Right. Well, then, hang on tight," Harry said to her kissing her gently on the cheek.

He tugged on the broom handle to turn it around. Then, tightening his hold on Ginny, nudged the broom forward back to the house. They flew back in silence, both not wanting to bring up the kiss, although it was embedded in both their minds. Unbeknownst to each other, they were smiling at the same thought.

Harry brought the broom down gently and helped Ginny off before climbing off the slightly hovering broom. He held her hand and looked in her eyes again, sorry that he lost his nerve.

Ginny was about to say something to him when Ron and Hermione both came out of the house running towards them.

"Ginny!" Ron called out. His face got a look of worry. He gave Harry an apologetic glance, which confused Harry.

"What is it, Ron?" Ginny asked, bewildered.

"Ginny, er...you got a visitor," Ron said hesitantly.

She was taken aback. Who would be visiting her? Sure she had friends from school. But no one ever visited her at home.

She looked at Harry questioningly, who shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Then she turned back to Ron and Hermione.

"Well, who is it then?"

Ron looked at Hermione as if asking her to tell Ginny who it was. Hermione sighed before turning back to Ginny.

"Well, uh, it's...," Hermione said, also not wanting to be the one to say it.

"Who?" Ginny asked getting impatient.

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